Rubic's Cube

Rubic's Cube

A Poem by chris+y

I keep the box
on my bedside table
and stare at
its incompleteness
every night.
Every so often I take it between my fingers
and twirl it,
as best as a cube may be swirled,
ignorant of how
to make it
complete,
solved,
each color on one of its six sides.
I am one who likes things organized,
mix and match makes me uncomfortable,
so the one red tile
on the yellow side
does not make it ok
to have a random white
taking reds corner.
I can't solve this cube,
I don't know how to make each piece fit,
I only know it drives me crazy.

© 2013 chris+y


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Added on January 30, 2013
Last Updated on January 30, 2013

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chris+y
chris+y

upper darby, PA



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